Friday, February 27, 2009

The devils hands are idle play things

Listen closely and Do exactly what I say
You've gotten away with murder today
Now wash your hands
And dry them on me
Add insult to injury

Drag it away and hide this in your closet
Staying with you is like Living in trenches,
and when brainstorms come
im covered in your lies
And your pinesol fresh

Listen closely and Do exactly what I say
wash your hands
And dry them on me
Add insult to injury

Just give up and Hand over your future
The two of us are just, classic losers
you hide behind me, cause You don't have anyone else
But I've been longing for a spotlight lately
Add insult to injury

Take a big breath of air Cause
you'll need it, When your alone
We're prone to the same rounds
Break that habit, turn around
That road leaves this town

Listen closely and Do exactly what I say
wash your hands
And dry them on me
Add insult to injury

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